sábado, 30 de março de 2013

Fulfilled with.

And, after all, I was nothing but sadness. Running in circles into a vague and lonely path. Darkness can be deceiving while trying to invite you in. It comes when there is no hope, no happiness and even no love.
                I was once deceived. Since that time, I couldn’t get out. It came in one of the worst nights I have ever lived. I couldn’t reject or run away. I wanted to feel it, embracing my soul and consuming it. I was nothing but darkness itself. All my expectations, future, feelings… they were as blurry as my mother’s vision. I would be lying if I said that darkness isn’t with me. The darkness belong to me as I belong to it. It’s kind of a deal, though. I offer my existence, and I live completely meaningless, without any worries and stuff.
Why? I thought it was better then living my life as it was. I still do. It’s part of me, now. And I have got nothing to complain about.

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